Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.